I am a collector
Others collect treasures, memorable things
I collect flesh and bones
A year ago, today
My baby died
I was fighting to live
I came back
He did not
That day
I shuttered into a thousand pieces of
Bleeding flesh and broken bones
That day I lost
My health
My identity, and
My inner light
Faces got wet and dried
So many times
I can never have him back
I go pick up my broken pieces
I find the old ones
Friendship and love from my family
I find new ones
Forgiveness and gratitude
I know it is going to take me a long time
Possibly a lifetime
But, I know
It is going to be my masterpiece
A better ME, with
New identity
Stronger health, and
Brighter inner light
I am a collector
I collect flesh and bones
Writing 101, Day 20: The Things We Treasure
Well said! A perfect tribute to all that has happened and all that will be. I’m thinking of you ….
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I have just collected another piece, appreciation. Thank you!
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Thinking of you today.
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Thinking about you and your precious angel.Big hug hon.
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Todays thoughts of you
and a baby too…x
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Thank you Karen! 🙂
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